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-ZOO- Unleashed Desires

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

22nd September, 2024

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Authors Note: This story was inspired purely by my imagination, and some very 'amusing' artwork by Sgtklark on Sofurry. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

When a young whitetail deer police recruit, fresh out of the Academy, chooses his career path, forming an unexpected bond with his German Shepherd partner, Rex, their connection deepens into a passionate romance that defies societal norms. As they navigate desire and identity, Finn must confront his fears and embrace a love that knows no boundaries. Will he dare to follow his heart?

"Officer Finn," A stern, authoritarian voice called out. "Congratulations, recruit."

Finn, a newly commissioned police officer, adjusted his immaculate uniform, before he stepped forward and shook the Wolf's paw, then turned side on, a gazelle photographer capturing the moment beautifully. As a young whitetail buck, Finn had only two tines on his antlers, his fur brushing and gleaming in the Academy hall's artificial light.

"Well done, Officer Finn. Not many deer choose a life as a police officer." Whispered Commandant Kisanth, firmly shaking Finn's much smaller paw. "I pray you go far in your career."

Finn smiled, the wolf's paw nearly crushing his own, whether by accident or intent, Finn did not know. He just smiled and looked at the camera, before the bright flash went off, dazzling the young buck...

*

Six months later, Finn rested his forehead against the locker, sighing softly. Around him, humans and predators alike spoke quietly, some as naked as the day they'd been born, others in various states of dress, or undress, and Finn stood alone, nervous and his ears twitching to and fro.

You are a police officer, act like it! Finn mentally chastised himself. These are your brothers, fellow sworn officers. Stop acting like a terrified little fawn thrown to the wolves.

A ripple of heat surged up his spine just as a senior officer slammed his shoulder against the next locker, interrupting Finn's covert glance. He bleated in surprise, then slapped his paws to his muzzle, eyes darting as heads turned, some with raised eyebrows, others furrowed in confusion.

"Officer Finn," Came a deep voice from the tiger, who towered over the small whitetail. "You've requested..."

With a deepening frown, the tiger looked down at his clipboard. "K9 Division. How... unexpected. May I ask why?"

Finn swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling intimidated and startled. “Sir? Oh, I've always had a great relationship with animals of all kinds. A kind of natural empathy, I think, I, uh, sir...”

“Intriguing, carry on, Finn. I will submit the request to the K9 Division. As you were, officer.” The tiger began to move on to another officer, his tail suddenly stiffening, before he backstepped and leaned down to whisper into Finn's ears. “Oh, just so you know? Do you think you're being discreet? Trust me son—take a picture; it'll last longer...”

Finn's ears flattened, burning hot as a deep blush flooded his cheeks.

*

Finn stepped into the K9 unit's training area, his heart racing with anticipation. The space was filled with the scent of polished floors and eager energy. Rows of kennels lined the walls, each housing a different pup, an adolescent or full-grown German shepherd. Finn had heard stories about them, but nothing could prepare him for this moment.

“No, no, no,” Finn muttered, reading the bronze name tags on the outer cage doors. Finally, he found the right one, then frowned, looking left and right, for the kennel officer. “He was meant to meet me here, I'm to be paired up with my partner...”

Finn waited for fifteen minutes, listening to the barks and other noises of the canine police dogs, before he sighed and opened the outer door and slipped inside, closing and latching it behind him. Without warning, a German Shepherd launched itself at him, a blur of tan and black fur and enthusiasm. The dog's tail wagged vigorously, knocking over his water bowl, before he reared up and slapped his large paws either side of Finn's shoulders.

“Oof!” Finn grunted, slammed back by the German Shepherd's enthusiastic greeting. “Hey there, boy!”

Finn held out a paw, the German Shepherd ignoring it, snuffling and snorting as he buried his cold, wet nose against Finn's throat. Finn giggled, the tension in his chest easing as he looked into the bright, intelligent eyes of the shepherd. “You must be my partner!”

The German Shepherd tilted his head, as if understanding every word. Finn read the dog's name tag: “Rex? Huh...original...” Finn smiled, then gently pointed at the ground. Obediently, the shepherd dropped to the ground, gazing up adoringly at him. “I think we're going to have a lovely partnership...Rex.”

Tilting his head the other way, Rex blinked then gave a short, sharp bark, his tail wagging.

“Alright Rex. Let's see what we can do together,” Finn said, feeling a swell of warmth and affection. He stood, and Rex mirrored him, bouncing lightly on his paws, eyes shining with eagerness.

Finn slipped his collar and harness on, then clipped the long lead. He knew it was rules, but the way Rex stalked at his side, his bright eyes alert, ears pricked, Finn knew Rex would follow him to the ends of the earth, if asked.

*

Their first training session was a whirlwind of commands and enthusiastic, eager responses. Finn marvelled at Rex's agility and intelligence, effortlessly navigating obstacles and executing commands. Each successful command brought a rush of pride, and the bond between them deepened with every passing moment.

As Finn watched his GSD partner, Rex, navigate the obstacles and distractions with ease, a wave of pride surged within him. It's more than just pride, isn't it? Finn shook his head, shoving the thought aside. His heart shouldn't race like this—not for a dog, not for his partner. It wasn't normal. I'm just proud of him...

“Good boy!” Finn praised, patting Rex on the head after he completed a particularly challenging agility course, including scaling a ten foot high wall with grace and ease. Rex barked happily, his tongue lolling, as he nudged Finn's hand for more affection. Finn chuckled, scratching behind Rex's ears, feeling a warmth spread through him. “You know something Rex? We're going to be a great team!”

Rex pressed against Finn, his tail thumping rhythmically on the ground, his body trembling slightly from exertion. The lactic acid burned in his tired muscles, but sound of Finn's voice and the soft strokes of his handler's hand filled him with contentment. The unspoken bond between them felt deeper with each shared moment, as if Finn's praise was more than words—it was reassurance, trust, and love.

As the training session wrapped up, Finn knew he had found not just a partner, but a loyal friend. Little did he know how their relationship would evolve, crossing the boundaries of companionship into something deeper, something that would challenge everything he knew about love and loyalty.

*

In the weeks that followed, Finn and Rex trained together every day, their bond growing stronger with each session. Finn learned to read Rex's body language—the way his ears perked up at the slightest sound, the intensity in his eyes when they were focused on a task, and the joyful moments they shared in Finn's home, during downtime. Rex in turn, seemed to understand Finn's moods, providing comfort with his presence during the stressful days at the precinct.

One evening, after a particular gruelling hunt and successful capture of a armed robber, Finn decided to unwind at home. He had showered and changed into a light, comfortable robe, but his mind was still racing from the day. As he flopped onto the couch, Rex settled beside him, resting his head on Finn's lap, his warm body radiating comfort and love for his handler. Finn could feel the tension between them shift when he found Rex watching him with that familiar intensity.

It was mutual; it had to be. But what would people think if they knew? He imagined their reaction—the disgust, the judgement. “It's just a dog,” they'd say. But Rex wasn't just a dog, not to him. Still, society wasn't ready for this kind of truth. Finn shuddered, tenderly stroking Rex's head with a gentle, loving caress.

Finn absentmindedly scratched behind Rex's ears, feeling the familiar bond deepen. “You know, buddy, I couldn't have asked for a better partner,” he murmured, the fatigue of the day melting away. Rex responded with a playful woof, his tail thumping against the floor.

As the evening wore on, Finn flipped through the channels, half-heatedly watching a show. Rex remained by his side, eyes half-closed in contentment. Finn felt a wave of affection wash over him—this wasn't just a dog; Rex had become family. As he glanced down, Rex looked up, his tongue lolling in a happy pant.

Suddenly, Rex shifted, nudging Finn's paw with his snout, as if urging him to pay attention. Finn chuckled. “What's up, big guy? Want to play?”

Rex sprang to his feet, bounding to the toy box in the corner. He pawed at a bright blue ball, looking back at Finn with eager eyes, tail wagging furiously. Finn laughed, then watched as Rex brought him the ball, gently dropping it into Finn's paw. Finn laughed, throwing the ball across the room. Rex darted after it, a blur of energy and joy.

As they played, Finn couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about their connection—something deeper than just a working relationship. Rex seemed to sense it too. He would often follow Finn around the house, always by his side, his loyalty unwavering.

One night, after a lengthy and intense test of handler and canine, Finn found himself sitting on his lounge room floor that evening, Rex laying beside him, panting softly. The two of them were exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally. Finn absentmindedly reached out, running his fingers through Rex's fur. “Rex? You were amazing. Truly, you're the best partner I could have hoped for. You rose above and beyond today, I'm so proud of you!”

Rex rolled over, exposing his bell, a gesture of trust and affection. Finn's heart swelled. He hesitated for a moment, before gently rubbing Rex's chest and stomach. The shepherd's leg thumped in response, a happy sound that made Finn smile.

In that quiet moment, something shifted. Ex's gaze lingered on Fin, an intensity in his eyes that sent a shiver up Finn's spine. It was a look he'd never seen before, a mixture of adoration and something else—something primal.

Finn's breath hitched as he processed the unexpected feelings surging within him. He had always been drawn to animals, and they to him, but this connection with Rex was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was more than just companionship; more than a handler and his faithful and loyal partner. It was a bond that blurred the lines of traditional relationships.

“Rex...” he murmured, unsure of what to say, but the GSD leaned closer, nudging his nose against Finn's cheek. This simple act sent a wave of warmth through Finn, stirring emotions he hadn't anticipated.

Finn sat in the darkened living room, Rex's head resting on his lap. The warmth of the contact comforted him, but there was something else simmering beneath the surface.

Can I even allow myself to feel this way? Rex trusts me, depends on me, as I depend on him. He is supposed to protect me, as I protect him. Rex is my partner...I'm supposed to protect my partner, not complicate things with emotions that blur the lines of our professional bond. But his eyes...they tell me a different story...

In that moment, Finn realised that their relationship was evolving into something far more complex than he could have imagined. As Rex nuzzled him affectionately, Finn felt a stirring within—a longing that would challenge everything he thought he knew about love and companionship.

Rex wagged his tail, giving a short, quick woof, his intelligent, bright eyes gazing adoringly at Finn.

“Yes, Rex, I love you too.” Finn smiled, then gently cupped Rex's head between his paws and lightly kissed his partner on the forehead. “Come on, lets go get some rest.”

*

Weeks transitioned into months, Finn's and Rex's bond deepened. Their arrest and capture count climbed, the two of them becoming more intuitive and aligned every day. Sometimes, they'd find themselves lost in their own word, well, Finn was, Rex was every watchful, ever vigilant, always hyper-alert. Finn cherished every moment with his companion, but he was increasingly aware of the stirring of feelings that went far beyond their working relationship.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day, Finn decided to take a long shower to unwind. The hot water cascading over him was refreshing, washing away the tension and stress. He let his mind drift, thinking of the bond he shared with Rex and how it had changed him in ways he'd never imagined.

After drying off, Finn stepped out of the shower, Rex, as always, sitting patiently, wagging his tail as he gazed up lovingly at his handler. Finn felt relaxed and a bit vulnerable, before he laughed nervously. He wasn't a prude, he was just a little shy. He wrapped a towel around his waist, running his paws down his chest, sluicing off the last of the water from his damp fur. As he stepped down onto the non-slip mat, Rex gazed up at him, his tail wagging happily from side to side, large, broad tongue lolling as he seemed to smile at his handler, eyes shining with warmth and devotion.

“Hey, Rex,” Finn said, his heart swelling at the sight of his loyal companion. Rex padded over, nuzzling against Finn's leg, a gesture that sent a rush of affection through him. Finn knelt down, scratching Rex behind the ears once more. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

Rex responded eagerly, leaning into the touch, pressing his warm body against Finn's. The closeness stirred something deep within Finn, an awakening he'd been hesitant to acknowledge. As he looked into Rex's eyes, he saw a spark of something—desire perhaps—mirrored back at him.

Suddenly, Rex shifted, playfully nudging Finn's towel with his snout. Finn chuckled, but the innocent gesture ignited something deeper within him. The play nature of Rex's antics suddenly took on a new weight, a change that made Finn's heart race.

“Okay, okay! I get it!” Finn laughed, trying to dismiss the intensity of the moment. As he stood, Rex continued to paw at the towel, a mores insistent nudge this time.

Finn's breath hitched, and he felt a heat rising within him. “Rex? What are you doing?” he asked, half-laughing, half-serious. Rex responded by gazing up at him with those deep, knowing eyes, as if he knew the turmoil within Finn's heart.

In a moment of hesitation, Finn took a step back, but Rex followed, pressing closer, his warm breath brushing against Finn's fur. It felt electric, and Finn's pulse quickened. The playful antics shifted into something more profound, an invitation that Finn found he couldn't ignore.

“Maybe...maybe this isn't just play,” Finn murmured, realising the shift in their dynamic. Rex whined softly, nuzzling against Finn's thigh, and the intensity of their connection grew even stronger. Finn's heart raced as he knelt down, their eyes locked, the air thick with tension.

With a deep breath, Finn surrendered to the moment, letting his hands slide down Rex's fur, feeling the warmth radiating from him. The trust and loyalty in Rex's gaze melted away any lingering doubts. Finn felt himself being drawn into a whirlpool of emotions—fear, excitement, and an overwhelming desire.

Every fiber in Finn's being screamed at him to stop, to walk away before he did something he'd regret. But Rex nudged his muzzle against Finn's hand, and the world tilted.

How can something that felt so right, our bond, our closeness, our affection and trust in each other, how can something that feels so right, so natural, be so wrong? I have a duty—to my badge, to my code I swore an oath too, to protect and serve...

Rex, sensing his handler's emotions, huffed quietly, licking Finn's paw gently, ever so slightly nibbling, trying to draw Finn's usual playful, gentle self back out.

To serve... or should that be serviced? What about what my heart wishes?

In a bold move, Finn dropped his towel, leaning forwards, allowing Rex to sniff closer, their bodies brushing against each other. It was innocent, but it sparked a fire within Finn. “What are we doing, Rex?” he whispered, the question hanging heavy in the air.

Rex gave a inquisitive huff, his warm body moving forward, his cold nose brushing ever so gently against Finn's furred sheath. Then his broad tongue curled and playfully lapped at Finn's scrotum, Rex's tail slowly wagging from side to side, his eyebrows lifting, almost as if he was asking permission.

Finn's breath caught in his throat, a mix of surprise and fear washing over him at the touch of Rex's warm, wet tongue against his fur. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, the longing he'd been suppressing suddenly manifesting fully in his mind.

“Rex...” he breathed, unsure of what to say as the GSD continued to explore. Rex was careful, his movements slow, deliberate, almost as if he knew exactly what he was doing, instinctively how to tread this new territory with reverence.

With a gentle lap of his tongue, Rex seemed to sense Finn's hesitation, taking his time to savour the moment. Finn felt his heart leap into his throat, warmth pooling in his lower belly as Rex's tongue brushed against his sheath no more—Finn unaware he'd started to become aroused. The sensations were overwhelming, a heady mix of fear, desire and unmistakable pleasure all jumbled and muddled in his mind. His breath broke to short, quick pants, as he stared incredulously down, Rex's tail swishing back and forth, his eyes locked on his handler.

“Yeah...it's okay,” Finn gasped, his voice a barely heard whisper, even to Rex's sharp ears. He couldn't deny the yearning any longer. Encouraged by Rex's gentle nature, he relaxed his penile muscles, allowing himself to fully slip free of his sheath, his slender length flicking and twitching. Rex blinked and huffed in a quiet chuff that wasn't a growl or a bark, before he looked down and licked his lips twice.

Rex's head dipped, and Finn gasped, feeling the curving tongue enfold his cervid length, it drawn almost effortlessly into the powerful muzzle of the GSD. Each slurp, each tickle of Rex's tongue felt electrifying, awakening sensation Finn had only dreamed of. The trust and affection between them transformed the act into something profound and wondrous.

As Rex continued, pushing his head down, until his nose was pressed against Finn's fine lower belly fur, Finn's body responded instinctively, a soft gasp escaping his quivering lips. “Oh, Rex... that feels amazing,” he breathed, the words spilling out of him as he surrendered to his beloved canine, pleasure building on pleasure. Rex's eyes seemed to sparkle with delight, clearly enjoying what he was doing, and even more, the responses from his partner.

With each gentle lap, each strong, yet careful slurp, Finn felt himself becoming lost in the moment, the world around him fading away. Rex's devotion and care enveloped him like a warm embrace, deepening their bond in ways he'd never imagined they could. He reached down with a quivering paw, brushing his fingers through Rex's fur, urging him on, wanting to feel even more.

Stop this! Finn's mind shrieked at him in horror. What would your fellow officers think? A cervid and a German Shepherd? It is taboo—wrong!

Yet in this moment, all that faded, leaving only Rex and the intoxicating feelings between them both.

Rex continued, his tail wagging faster and faster, his movements more intense, his lips sealing tight as he suckled like a hungry pup. The intensity built and built, Finn trembling from ear-tips to ankles, surrendering himself completely to the pleasure that Rex was bringing him. Rex frowned, tasting the first few tentative spurts of cervid pre-ejaculate that squirted into his muzzle, hot, slightly bitter, before he pressed his nose down hard, and with a deep, lingering slurp – got a hot, salty reward for his incredible effort.

Finn bleated, his tail flagging wildly, as he held Rex's head between his paws, his penis throbbing and aching, sending his powerful release surging down Rex's eager, willing throat.

For how long, Finn didn't know, Rex didn't care. He swallowed his handler's gift, eagerly and happily, his tail a tan and black blur, his nose filled with the scent of Finn's musk, his sweat, his beautiful, whitetail natural scent. Finn shuddered and gurgled helplessly, as Rex slurped and licked him clean from root to tip, looking up and wagging his tail with hyper-enthusiastic energy.

As the pleasure ebbed away, Finn lingered in the warmth of the moment, breathless and spent, before a mix of euphoria and confusion wash over him. He'd not only crossed a line, he'd stomped over it, one he'd never thought he'd dare approach. As he shuddered and stared down at Rex, a new revelation came to him. Followed by another....

Rex is more than a partner; he is a lifeline in a world that felt increasingly hostile. He adores me, and I adore him... Rex, who would have ever guessed, you are no normal dog... you are what I could have been, instead of hiding myself away from society and following their rules, their expectations... I could have been as you. I could have embraced my true self, like you do. I could have been... gay.

Rex huffed, tilting his head to the left, then the right, his eyebrows raising in a concerned, worried expression, his wagging tail slowly stopping as he looked up at Finn, a low whine escaping Rex's throat.

“No, no my dear, sweet, beautiful boy,” Finn sniffled, as he wrapped his arms around Rex's neck, hugging the GSD close and tight, Rex's tail slowly starting to wag again, as he licked at Finn's ear. “I understand now, what we shared, its more than physical; it's deeper than that.”

Rex chuffed, his tail thumping on the bathroom floor, as he gazed adoringly at Finn.

Finn shuddered, crouching down and resting on the back of his hocks. He gazed into Rex's intelligent eyes, searching for a spark, some semblance that his partner truly saw him, raw, exposed, his defences laid down. No more hiding behind the mask he wore at work, a mental one, but a mask all the same.

“I want to take it further, Rex, if you will let me. It terrifies me, but I can not deny how much I want you. You are more than my partner, you are my sanctuary. I want to know you, to feel you, to be with you, only you. You are my protector from the world, their cruelty, their injustice, their...judgement. What we have, my beloved companion, is a profound bond forged in trust and understanding that defies convention, a love that thrives, against the odds.”

Finn sniffled, then hugged Rex again, the confused, but eager, shepherd's tail thumping heavily on the bathroom floor.

*

As the days passed, Finn and Rex found their bond deepening in the line of duty. Each day brought new challenges, that tested their relationship, their trust, and their growing belief in each other. Every person Rex hunted down, earned him praise and hugs from Finn, a moment of respite where his favourite toy was used to reinforce their bond of trust and respect.

Every night, after a shower—some nights Finn sharing the shower with Rex, much to Finn's hilarity as Rex would suddenly shake, spraying body soap and foam curds everywhere in the shower.

Sometimes, Finn would find pleasure and solace, sitting on the edge of the sofa, Rex's nose buried in the soft fur of Finn's lower belly, his skilled tongue and muzzle working and slurping, until Finn would gasp and give his partner his special treat...

Sometimes, it was just a simple moment, Finn laying naked, panting and shuddering, Rex sprawled close against him, his heavy tail thumping on the bed covers, loving just being stroked and petted by the deer that meant so much to him.

Their bond had grown, beyond a working relationship, beyond even closeness—now—it was something beyond anything Finn had dreamed of could be possible, should be possible...

*

One night, Finn made the decision he'd been fighting himself to make, for months. He would do the unthinkable, the unimaginable, he would give himself, body and soul, to his beloved german shepherd partner, in the most intimate and beautiful way he could think of.

*

That night, after a long day, Finn found himself alone once more with Rex in their shared space. The atmosphere felt different—charged with unspoken emotions. Finn glanced at Rex, whose tail wagged slowly, eyes sparkling with curiosity, those adorable tan eye spots above his eyes rising inquisitively.

“Rex, I... I need to talk to you,” Finn said, his heart pounding. “What we have, it's more than just work. I want to finally take it further.”

Rex tilted his head, a soft curious whine escaping his throat, as if encouraging Finn to continue.

Finn's breath caught as he stepped closer, sitting on the end of the bed, feeling the warmth radiating from Rex. He wrapped his arms around the GSD's neck, pulling him into a deep embrace. Rex responded immediately, leaping up and laying himself down on top of Finn, lapping at his chin playfully, his tail wagging.

“Let's...explore this, Rex,” Finn whispered, feeling a surge of courage. “I want to be with you—truly with you, as your mate.”

Rex paused in his licking, giving a strange look, his cold, went nose bumping against Finn's, a confused expression in his eyes.

“You trust me, as I trust you... right?” Finn smiled weakly, gazing up from beneath the shepherd.

Rex tilted his head, then gave an affirmative bark, his tail wagging twice.

“Alright, now... let me prepare, hop down, come on boy, down, please?” Finn laughed weakly.

Rex chuffed and crawled off Finn, curling up on the bed, watching his beloved partner expectantly, his tail thumping.

“I need a moment...” Finn smiled, playfully ruffling Rex's ears.

*

Finn panted, kneeling on the pillow on the floor, his upper body supported by the thick mattress of their shared bed. He'd prepared as best he could, using copious amounts of lube, and one of his favourite toys – similar to a german shepherd...

But nothing had prepared him for the truth. Rex, aroused and eager, but impeccably behaved, stood beside Finn, his tail wagging happily.

Finn nervously looked at the pulsing, iron-like penis of Rex, the knot that was like a baseball, the sheer length of the canid penis that squirted and dripped his pre-ejaculate.

“You're quite a sheppy, aren't you?” Finn nervously giggled, his eyes wide and swallowing nervously.

Rex blinked and gave a tentative chuff, whether agreeing or just confused, Finn didn't know.

“Alright, Rex? Here, behind!” Finn spoke.

Awkwardly, his throbbing, dripping length slapping from side to side, Rex moved behind Finn, lapping gently at the whitetail's flicking tail.

Don't do this... Finn's mind recoiled. It's wrong, oh so wrong, he's a dog, you're a deer – a sentient, thinking, rational person! What would they think? You've been to cases of animals being abused—physically, sexually...you've cried yourself to sleep, sickened and horrified at what you've seen, how is this any different? You've trained him, you've taught him to do the unspeakable, now you wish to take that final step?

I do... Finn pushed back, his three fingered hand curling on the thick towel beneath him. “Rex? Up!”

Rex obeyed his command, rearing up, his front paws wrapped in thick socks, bound with masking tape, to prevent accidental scratches and cuts from his claws. Rex danced awkwardly, his penis poking and prodding, until Finn reached awkwardly back, gently guiding his partner.

When Rex felt the slick, warm sphincter, he did as nature intended—he began humping, the slick, willing folds parting under his penile head.

Finn gasped, feeling the initial mount, the slightly flared head, before he grit his teeth, his lips curling back as the shepherd's eager, almost feral thrusts slammed his full length to the knot, bulging and probing where even the most pleasurable of toys hadn't ever reached.

“Rex...easy!” Finn gurgled, bracing himself.

He's going to tie you... Finn's mind whispered. Sure, you've done it multiple times with that favourite toy of yours, so its not...

With a few abortive thrusts, Rex managed to get his balance and weight right, before he really began to thrust, his powerful length slipping out and slamming back in, Rex's hind paws dancing as he pushed forwards. His strong muscular forelimbs gripped Finn's hips, pulling the deer back. Pressure built on pressure, Finn fearing Rex was too big, too much for him...then with a loud pop, Rex gave a tremendous thrust and his knot thrust into Finn, quickly swelling even more and locking them hip to hip.

With a piercing, near window-rattling bleat, Finn tilted his head back, feeling Rex's mating tie, the sheer pleasure mixed with considerable discomfort—an ache, a burning, but the pleasure was beyond anything Finn had expected. Toys were wonderful, but nothing compared to this.

Rex thrust and ground his hips, his tail pistoning up and down, before he shuddered and began enthusiastically licking Finn's back-swept ears. Each panting, hot breath washing over Finn, before Rex's broad tongue began to slick down the fur of his neck and ears.

“Oh...good...good boy...” Finn gurgled, his body quivering helpless and submissive to the german shepherd.

Finn gasped, feeling the initial pleasure mixed with heightened discomfort as Rex shuddered and adjusted once more, his knot swelling even larger, Rex's pumping hips pushing it even deeper. Around Finn, the world faded, his entire perception narrowed to a point, a beautiful, painful pinprick of awareness.

Each panting breath of Rex, now securely tied to Finn, made Finn moan and bleat, Finn's own erection flicking and slapping against his belly. The pressure on his prostate grew and grew, Rex's breathing increasingly short and desperate as Finn trembled, feeling the first powerful spurts as Rex began to ejaculate with incredible, hot and powerful spurts.

For what felt like eternity, they remained tied, Finn's time perception swept away, lost in the passion and the exstacy, feeling Rex's tongue slurping over his saliva slick neck, his almost dripping ears...

Finn thought nothing, could think nothing... only the ache in his rump, the panting of Rex's breath, the wordless sensations of that knot, that warmth of what felt like an endless flood of hot, yet surprisingly thin, canid semen inside him, lubricating, slick and working with the lube to intensify and build the pleasure to never-before-dreamed-of heights within him.

As the tie began to slowly subside, a little by little, they stayed close, even when Rex could comfortably dismount, he remained on Finn's back, his heart thumping in his chest, the vibration reverberating through Finn's back.

Finn had climaxed... four times? Six? He didn't know, his testicles felt like dried raisins, his body ached both from the passionate, feral lovemaking and the position he'd held for who-knew-how-long. Saliva drooled from his quivering lips, soaking through the coverlet and into the mattress, his tail, pressed flat against his back by Rex's belly, ached abysmally.

Finally, with a slurp and a gush of seminal fluids, Rex dismounted, stumbling away, before he lay down, holding one leg up and lapping at his erection. Finn gurgled and shuddered helplessly, feeling Rex's semen dribbling from his violated and thoroughly pleasured anus, soaking into the towel.

I know one thing... Finn's thoughts fluttered through his mind, broken and disjointed. I don't think I'll be reporting to work tomorrow...

END